Chapter 10: Showing Off

Finding her way to the club was easy. Leah recognized the location in all the pictures Amy and Pamela were sending her, and getting an uber driver on a Friday night was no trouble at all.

Getting in was also not an issue. Regardless of what equipment she was working with downstairs, on the surface she looked like any other hot girl in her 20's; and every successful bar and club knows that cute girls are good for business.

Right off the bat, Leah got plenty of stares and lustful glances from other patrons. She strutted around the space in a sparkly, red dress that showed just a hint of cleavage and ended at her knees. Her matching heels clopped against the hard floor, though they were easily drowned out by the nightclub's throbbing music. A small, white clutch hung at her side, its inside holding the keys to her car, apartment, and cock cage. She didn't usually get so dolled up for an evening on the town, but tonight was about proving how outrageous she could get without cracking.

At the back of the room, she could see Pam and Amy sipping their drinks in a booth.

Poising herself, she tried to exude an air of confidence as she made her approach.

"Leah!" the two women shouted, recognizing their friend.

"Oh THERE you are!" Leah greeted them, overexaggerating her surprise. "I've been looking all over for you two! I was starting to worry I might've missed you!"

Her tone was a tad too friendly, but was convincing enough. It was all about control.

"Damn, Leah! I didn't expect to see you here. You look great!" Pamela cried.

It was true. For all their teasing, Pam and Amy didn't actually think they could goad Leah into risking herself like this, nor did they expect to see her to show up looking drop-dead gorgeous.

"Aw, thanks." Leah said in a cutesy voice. "You guys like good too! Mind if I jump in?"

Her friends accepted her at their table, but were beginning to feel worried. Why was Leah being so nice to them, especially after all their teasing? They began to think they were being guilt-tripped, and it was starting to work.

As Leah took her seat, she shifted in her seat with slight discomfort. All the excitement, the hungry gazes from onlookers, and her scantily clad friends were beginning to have an effect on her. She squeezed her legs together beneath the table, feeling her cock strain with lust, only for it to be impeded by the cool metal of the cage.

"You okay, Leah?" Amy asked, concerned. "Is.... uh.... it acting up?"

"Huh? Oh, no. No problem. Just been getting used to sitting with it is all." Leah shrugged her off.

Further conversation was interrupted by the approach of a handsome man in a dark, casual-wear suit.

"Excuse me, ladies." he said in a smooth voice. "My name's Adam, and I couldn't help but notice that your friend here doesn't have a drink." the man continued, gesturing to Leah. "What do you say I get you something nice at the bar, and maybe we can chat for a while?"

"I'd like that." Leah slyly answered, rising from her spot.

"Umm, Leah? Don't you think you're getting a little too-" her friends began to say.

"What? I'll be fine. Or do you still think I can't handle myself?"

That last remark seemed to shut them down. Taking Adam's outreaching hand, Leah was guided to the bar to talk with her new acquaintance.

Pamela looked to Amy with worry.

"I think we might've fucked up." she whimpered.